Daniel slid into the smooth leather passenger seat next to her, buckled his seatbelt, and inched a little away from the windows before he relaxed as much as he was able. The darker tinting helped, and so did the new leather smell, which reminded him of his childhood, bittersweet as it may be. "Shane doesn't like a lot of people," Daniel said, with a touch of acid. "It doesn't mean anything."
Daniel didn't look much at all the activity. He either focused on her, looked down, or shut his eyes. "Yes, I do. That's why I'm worried." He flinched at a particularly loud screech from the tires of a neighboring vehicle.